MCR Imagines And Oneshots

🖤^All Hell Breaks Loose | G.W. | AU | (1/2)

(A/n)

Request by thatonenerd06

Also, I'd like to say to everyone that I'm pretty sorry for the deaths, I could do nothing about it-

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Also, I've got some prompts from Tumblr here for the Christmas oneshots - y'all can choose which one you want and the pairing

You can choose more than one for the same story and/or suggest something else along with it, I accept any help

1- "What do you mean we're out of hot chocolate?"
2- "Wait, did you spike the eggnog?"
3- "That's the eggnog talking. I'm cutting you off."
4- watching movies under a pile of blankets
5- "There's no way I'm letting you spend Christmas alone."
6- "No, you'll burn the house down."
7- "I don't care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween"
8- "Please tell me you aren't searching my room for where I've hidden the presents"
9- "How many candy canes have you eaten?"
10- "That's my scarf."
11- "I swear to god, if you sing another goddamn Christmas carol..."

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[Supernatural AU]
References: S02 EP21/22

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AC/DC blasts in the background as the car stops in front of a cafe, the high notes of the guitar mixing with the sound of the water drops pouring on the car and outside, creating a kind of comfortable atmosphere - I question myself if I really want to be the one to leave, but I know Gerard always buys more than what he's supposed to.

"Don't forget my coffee." He presses his lips together in a smile as handing me the money, pecking my cheek. "No sugar, okay?"

"You say it like if I didn't know." I shoot him a bored look with a lazy smile, opening the car door and stepping out of it, ignoring his smug smiling face, but I need to bend down to face him once outside since he speaks up again.

"Oh, also, check if they've got pies." He says with an arm over the seats, tilting his head to look at me properly. Rolling my eyes and suppressing a sigh, I just close the car door then walk away, hearing him turn the music volume's up behind me.

Cold drops of rain hit my exposed skin, some even reach my scalp, so I'm thankful when finally walking inside the warm cafe. The last thing I remember is walking towards the counter.

Inhaling, I open my eyes, in certain desperation as noticing I'm somewhere I don't recognize. I sit up and start looking around, observing the ambient that resembles an old abandoned town, like the ones in western movies. Once on my feet, I reach for my phone to check if I can call someone for help, but I'm left in frustration seeing there's no service in the area.

Calm. Keep calm. - I tell myself, pressing my lips together and swallowing thickly, shoving the phone back inside my pocket. Maybe I should look around, there has to be a clue of what's going on.

Most of the buildings are either locked or have nothing in them. After walking past a cobbler place, I move to a house and would've opened the door if I hadn't heard a noise coming from around the corner. Nervousness hits me, so I grab the piece of wood - what, probably, once was part of a fence - that leans against the wall, running my tongue between my dry lips as slowly stepping towards the corner, prepared in case I need to hit someone.

Someone approaches and I raise the wood, about to lower it on the person when I notice I know him; he, also scared, yelps before almost falling to the floor. "Frank?" I ask confused, raising an eyebrow at him.